blocked. [frerard]

fifteen.

(((another irl chapter bc i'm gARBAGE)))

gerard's house was perfect, almost too perfect since both mikey and gerard's parents were out for the week. mikey had led frank downstairs to the basement and already it reeked of alcohol. mikey knocked on gerard's door, which gerard's immediate response was. 

"fuck off, mikey." 

his words were slurred, but both frank and mikey were able to make out what gerard was saying. 

"geebear, please." frank said, standing in front of mikey.

"frankie?" frank could practically hear gerard's voice perk up.

"yes, gee, it's me." frank nodded, ushering mikey to go back upstairs so it was just him and gerard. 

mikey gave frank a nod, walking back upstairs to his bedroom. gerard opened up the door slowly, shaking a bit as he looked up at frank.

"gee..." frank sighed.

"i'm sorry, frankie." gerard slurred, opening the door wider and just wrapping his arms around frank.

"it's okay, gerard- we can talk when you're sober." frank said quietly, kissing gerard's head softly.

"are you sure, frank?" gerard sighed, burying his head into frank's shoulder.

"yes, baby- i'm sure." frank nodded, before gerard pulled away from him and held his hand. he led him into the bedroom- which smelled worse than the basement overall, the stench of alcohol overcame the entire room. 

frank made sure gerard way tucked in nicely into his bed as frank sat at the end. 

"frankie!" gerard whined, "cuddle me!" he said, making grabby hands.

"gee, baby, i would love to- but i gotta keep an eye on you." frank shook his head.

"you're like eight, you don't need to take care of me." gerard protested.

"yes, i do- gee, you need somebody to take care of you." frank sighed.

"okay, daddy." gerard said, giggling a little bit. 

"go to sleep, angel face." frank said.

"sing me to sleep?" 

"i can't sing." frank shook his head.

"bullshit-" gerard giggled, "i've seen your band perform before." 

"you've seen my band?" 

"before we met, you're really good."

frank blushed, nodding before standing up and grabbing the guitar that gerard had on the other side of his room. he sat back on the end of the bed, singing gerard a song softly- by the time he was done, gerard had shut his eyes and was fast asleep.

"i love you, gee." frank said, putting the guitar back and kissing gerard's forehead softly.